It Might Rain

Sarah's sister Lucy was getting married in June, and the party was going to be in the family garden in Kent. "A garden party in England?" said Sarah. "Mum, it might rain." "It might," her mother said. "But it might not. Let's be positive."

On the morning of the wedding, Sarah looked at the weather forecast. "Thirty percent chance of rain," she read. "That could be fine." Her mother was on the phone. "The cake may not arrive before three," she said. "The baker's van has a problem."

"And Uncle Bob might come with his trumpet," Sarah's mother added. "Oh no," said Sarah. "He played at my birthday. The neighbors still talk about it." "He may not bring it," said Mum. "He said maybe."

At two o'clock the first guests arrived. At half past two it started to rain. Everybody ran inside with their plates and sat in the kitchen, in the living room and on the stairs. It was a little crowded, but people were laughing.

The cake arrived at four, a bit late and a bit wet, but delicious. Uncle Bob arrived at five with his trumpet. He played three songs, and this time the neighbors came over to listen.

At six, the rain stopped and the sun came out. Everybody went back into the garden, and Lucy danced with her new husband on the wet grass. "You see?" said Sarah's mother. "It might rain in England, but a party can still be perfect."